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    The Road Not Taken
    The Road Not Taken
    The Road Not Taken
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    The Road Not Taken

    By Magdalena Scott

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    Francie Standish Carrington and husband Brad are spending Christmas in her hometown of Serendipity, but it's no vacation. There are marital problems, career decisions, and a major change on the horizon for the Standish family Christmas tree farm.

    Can Francie find a way through all this, to a happy ending for anyone?

    From the USA Today Bestselling author of Small Town Christmas, another heartwarming romance set in the beautiful, rolling hills of Southern Indiana. Follow your heart, and believe in the powerful magic of Love!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMagdalena Scott
    Release dateOct 10, 2016
    ISBN9780986211898
    The Road Not Taken
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    Magdalena Scott

    USA Today Bestselling Author Magdalena Scott writes sweet romance and romantic women's fiction.A lifelong resident of Small Town America, she invites readers into her world to find out what’s hidden just below the surface of those tiny dots barely visible on the map. Romance, mystery, and the journey to be one's best self are all part of a day in her neighborhood. Readers have commented that they'd like to move to the imaginary towns Magdalena writes about, which she takes as high praise indeed.Magdalena is a practicing minimalist, having downsized from a 3,000 square foot house to a studio apartment, where her Giant Closet continues to resist taming. When not writing at home, she loves to travel--carry on baggage only--and is always pleasantly surprised at the kindness of strangers.

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      The Road Not Taken - Magdalena Scott

      The Road Not Taken

      Serendipity, Indiana Book Six

      By

      Magdalena Scott

      USA Today Bestselling Author

      Copyright

      The Road Not Taken—Serendipity, Indiana Book Six

      Copyright 2016, Magdalena Scott

      WARNING: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work, in whole or in part, in any form, is illegal and forbidden without the written permission of the author, Magdalena Scott.

      This is a work of fiction. Characters, settings, names, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, places, settings or occurrences are purely coincidental.

      Digital Release October 2016

      ISBN-10:0-9862118-9-3

      ISBN-13:978-0-9862118-9-8

      Edited by Karen Block

      Cover Art by Elusive Dreams Designs

      Stock Art from DepositPhotos.com

      Published by Jewel Box Books

      About The Road Not Taken

      Francie and husband Brad are spending Christmas in her hometown. There are marital problems, career decisions, and a major change on the horizon for the Standish family Christmas tree farm.

      Can Francie find a way through all this, to a happy ending for anyone?

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to Susan Shields, honorary citizen of Serendipity, Indiana.

      Acknowledgments

      Among the items available for sale in Lillian Standish’s Christmas Shop are CDs from local musician Tom Rasely. He’s not local to [the imaginary town of] Serendipity, but he is a real-life friend of mine, and his music has made my life better. Most particularly Moonlight Concert, a collection of songs that lulled me to sleep many nights after my husband died. I thought Lillian might have listened to that CD too, after Harry’s death, which happened prior to book one of this series.

      As you can see, the people of Serendipity have become very real to me. I hope you’ll come to care about them too.

      Chapter One

      BRAD TURNED THE car into the lane of the Christmas tree farm, and some of the stress built up during the long drive from Florida to Indiana fell away.

      Home.

      No matter how long I lived away from here, the peaceful feeling always settled over me when I returned to Serendipity.

      From the placid scene of the hilly farm covered with evergreens and a thin skiff of snow, I dragged my eyes back to my husband. Thank you again for making the trip, Brad. I know it’s not your favorite place to spend the holidays.

      He nodded, his eyes on the gravel lane. You’re welcome, again, Francie. Where else am I going to spend Christmas than with my son and wife?

      That sounded simple, but he and I both knew better. Our marriage was in trouble. I wasn’t sure how or when it had begun to deteriorate, but I feared this was our last Christmas together, unless something drastic happened to turn things around.

      Heading up the driveway, we passed my sister Carla’s house on the right. On the left was the small acreage my parents gave me when I turned twenty-one. Unlike Carla and our brothers Jim and David, I had never built my dream home here. Had never lived the life as an adult that looked so idyllic—residing on a Christmas tree farm, selling trees and working in the Christmas shop during the holidays.

      It was hard work much of the year, but because we worked together and our family was close-knit, the effort was always worthwhile. Time spent with customers in the Christmas shop was the easy part—more like play than work to me, with the CDs providing holiday music, families shopping together… Okay, sometimes that part was stressful to endure, depending on how well the kids and adults behaved.

      After Dad died, every facet of the farm business changed. At first, my brother Jim had tried to shoulder all of Dad’s responsibilities, but he eventually had to hire help so he could keep his law practice going. Mom, who had always been in charge of the Christmas shop, helped Jim in overseeing the farm’s operations. She also ran the relatively new sideline—the tiny cabin B&B. I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the passenger side window, feeling anew our family’s loss.

      Brad parked the Prius in front of the house I’d grown up in, as close to the edge of the gravel pad as possible, since the parking area is also used by customers who come to cut their own trees and peruse the shop.

      Mom appeared on the front porch, her dog Daisy at her side. Daisy had been Dad’s, but after his death, she became Mom’s near constant companion. I tore out of the car and ran up onto the porch, and Mom enveloped me in a hug.

      Sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re here. She held me, rubbing my back as if I were a small child. I had to steel myself to keep from crying. At last I found my voice and pulled back a little.

      It’s great to be here, Mom. Thanks for putting up with our last-minute decision.

      Brad walked up the wooden porch steps and set down the first load of luggage. He moved toward Mom and I took a step away. He hugged her briefly and kissed her cheek. What Francie said, Lillian. I’m embarrassed that we called you so late to see if you have room.

      Have room? My goodness, of course I have room for my baby daughter and favorite son-in-law.

      The thought flashed into my head to wonder if she would call Jared Barnett favorite son-in-law once he and Carla got married. By that time, it was possible Brad and I would be divorced. My breath caught, anticipating the conversation we would need to have with Joseph, and with my family. Like the proverbial elephant in the room, the breakdown of our relationship in the last few years had been something neither of us wanted to talk about—even keeping it between the two people who might be able to repair the situation. In all the hours of our drive north, we had studiously avoided discussing anything personal. During my stints at driving, there was no conversation at all. Brad was too focused on his phone or laptop to talk.

      Mom’s cheerful voice broke into my depressing reverie. If I had known ahead of time that you were coming, I wouldn’t have begun the renovations upstairs. You don’t mind staying in one of the cabins, do you?

      Brad’s jaw dropped, and I can only assume mine did too. He recovered more quickly though. No room at the inn, as they say. He turned to me, one eyebrow cocked. We can be flexible, can’t we, Francie?

      Um. Sure. Sure, that’s not a problem. I hadn’t spent

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